Hobit

V Roklince se Bilbovi líbilo. Elfové byli přívětiví a sem tam i legrační. Připadali mu (až na výjimky) bezstarostní, dokonce více než hobiti, kteří měli plnou hlavu hospodaření.
Zavrtal se do přikrývky a pomyslel si, jak je mu tu dobře. Nechtělo se mu odejít, ne po těch několika dnech trmácení se krajinou. Zasnil se. Třeba ho nakonec trpaslíci potřebovat nebudou, pak by tu mohl několik dní zůstat na zdvořilou návštěvu a zase se hezky vrátit do Dna pytle.
Nechal se ukolíbat příjemnou představou. Nemyslel na nadcházející cestu, zdálo se mu o jeho útulné kuchyňce.
Čas reality je přece až ráno.

Whatever the little thief says, he broke the contract!
Dís was fuming.
Thorin was fuming much more, of course. He was angry and he had every right to be angry.
It was clearly stated…
The Arkenstone had much bigger value than one fifteenth of the treasure!
It was all about the Arkenstone.
And the thief stole it.
There was nothing about the date of payment (why, all the business was far from concluded)! Nor anything about choosing the manner of payment.
Oh, the burglar got lucky.
He broke the contract…
And still, he was let go.
To live in shame.

I am, once again, looking upon the dwarven city.
The term “city” used loosely. Cave, more likely.
Rather spacious cave, I will give them that, but after all... just a cave.
Just imagine what must be going on in there (I have been there, in another life). The dwarves getting ready for battle. Trying on various armor, each heavier than the one before. Each more ornate than the one before.
I seem to recall an extensive armory in the city. Cave.
So the dwarves are eager to fight?
Fortunately, Aulë doesn’t let them come back from the Halls.
Lucky us.

There was a slight problem in Erebor.
Scratch it, there were lot of problems in Erebor. But one of them (a big one) was... food.
As food didn’t keep through all the years. They brought some, but not much.
Which meant rations.
Dís hated rations.
Then the Bard character came with some crazy offer. How could he?
(How come Thorin didn’t keep his word? Didn’t pay his debts?)
Bard went away... and returned. And he was not alone.
“Lets kill it and eat it,” said Dís. Yes, she was really hungry.
“The elf or the moose?”
“Is there a difference?”

Now, where was it?
Thorin needed it. They needed it. She needed it…
For her brother, of course. And Fíli… and Kíli. Her sons are so young, she can keep it for them. Until they are old enough.
No! What is she thinking! Arkenstone belongs to Thorin!
…
That’s stupid. Just because he is her older brother? She is a lady, she deserves better…
Wait a minute. Something strange is going on. What dark power is in play here?
…
Everybody searches for the Arkenstone.
They will bring it to them. To Thorin... and to her…
“Have you found anything yet, Bilbo?”

Utíkali vřesovištěm co jim síly stačily, tráva i skály se míhaly okolo. Za sebou slyšeli vití, dusot těžkých tlap a řinčení zbroje.
Že jim jsou skřeti na stopě, to zjistili už u zlobří jeskyně. Že jim jsou v patách, to zjistili vzápětí.
Radagast prozatím odváděl dobrou práci, skřeti i vrrci se na něj pověsili jako trpaslík na skálu, ale bylo jisté, že dlouho to nevydrží.
Jak dlouho vlastně, to zjistili rovněž vzápětí. Kili se sice kasal, jak je skvělý lučistník. Ale že na délku třech trpaslíků nedokáže trefit skřeta do krku, aby chcípl v tichosti... to by i kámen rozplakalo.

It… sings. Sweet, so sweet.
The Mountain, their home.
Dís could feel it from the first time she saw it again, on Carrock. Stronger and stronger it pulled on her heart. And now... they were on their way.
To the mountain.
Home.
She was worried. Did the others survive? Did Thorin… Was he alright?
She almost run the last mile, not taking into account Kíli’s injury and Oin’s age.
Finally!
They... were home.
Home, sweet home…
But then… Thorin. She saw it, the look in his eyes.
He was not alright.
And the gold sung. Its voice sweet, so sweet.

Dís never believed she will see Smaug with her own eyes.
When he attacked Erebor she didn’t see him. Hearing – and smelling him – was enough.
And now he was here.
All the boasting was forgotten.
Mahal, he was huge! And he spit fire!
It seemed impossible. This nightmare… can’t be happening!
But it was.
Dís suddenly felt like she is… not dressed properly.
Wearing trousers... like every other dwarven maiden on the road?
She should wear dress now.
For the biggest moment of her life. Facing the dragon.
She is a princess, after all.
She should be seen as such.

She counted on having dinner – no, feast actually – in Erebor this night.
She was left behind.
She counted on help of people of Laketown.
She watched her son fight for his life.
She counted on word from Thorin. On some news. On the dragon being deep asleep (or possibly dead?).
Or on Bilbo getting the Arkenstone, just like that…
None of that happened.
Dís watched as the Mountain came alive with flames and roaring, a roaring of enraged dragon.
They should have stayed in Ered Luin.
She swore.
Now let that worm come here! She will show it what for!

"A teď, když už je po všem, teď budu mít konečně klid, Gandalfe?" Otočil se na svého vysokého přítele Bilbo. V hlase měl naději a v očích touhu. Tu, kterou má člověk po návratu z dlouhé cesty, kdy nejvíce touží po chvilce klidu. Po odpočinku.
Před očima viděl Roklinku. Svůj domov. Svou měkkou postel. Vzpomínal, kdy naposledy někomu zabouchl dveře před očima. Kdy naposledy vařil své oblíbené jídlo. A cítil vůni ranní rosy. A vůni okolních rozkvetlých květin. A ženy, ty krásné ženy.
"Snad ano, snad už teď bude jenom lépe." Řekl Gandalf a zahleděl se do hřejivých slunečních paprsků.